I've a feeling that today would be going to be as bad as yesterday were it not for a certain HP RPG, and a sweet Sloane called Mel who is bringing in the books for me to reread. There's nothing like a couple of hours of being Sirius to make you feel better. (Well, there is. There's The Friend in spike heels. But I'm trying not to think about that.)
I don't know what to do with myself, but hanging around on LJ wishing various people cared is probably not it.